Page 56 of Good Directions

Anton is quicker on the draw though.

Our agreement has nothing to do with sex. Nothing

More than that, I’m enjoying spending time with you. In whatever form that takes. So, if you don’t want to go down that road, we won’t. Simple as that.

Simple as that…

So much for giving him an out.

I swoon, unable to help myself as I delete the missive I had been typing. It was bad enough when Anton was only Mr. Too good-looking for his own good. Now he’s also Mr. Too charming for his own good. Or maybe my own good. All without trying. In fact, his sincerity might just be the sexiest thing about him.

it’s not usually a question of want. But the actual enjoying part. I don’t get all the hype.

sex, I mean. Not you. I’m enjoying getting to know you too, actually…

Way to be awkward, Sawyer…

Good to know. On both accounts ;)

My phone chimes and buzzes, the alarm I set so I didn’t lose track of time and miss my meeting with Cary flashing on the screen. Shit. I have fifteen minutes to get back to the lab. That is not going to happen. Especially since my car isn’t at the house.

I should go. I have a meeting with Cary in 15 minutes and need to figure out how I’m getting back to the lab.

Where are you? I’ll send someone to pick you up

You don’t have to do that

I know. But I want to

I swoon all over again, not sure how this is real—how he and I went from being at odds with each other to him wanting to make sure I have a ride. Can’t say I hate it though.

I’m at the house

Let me text Alex and send him your way.

Thanks :)

Of course ;)

I head up to Atlanta tomorrow to meet with some retailers, but will be back for Sunday dinner. Can we spend some time together when I get back? I want to talk more, but face to face

I’d like that

Good ;)

Alex is on his way. See you Sunday

See you Sunday

I close out my texts, pushing off the bed and stretching. The plant isn’t that far, maybe a ten-minute drive, so I won’t have to wait long, but I should still probably shoot Cary a message that I’m running behind. Don’t want him thinking I ditched him.

Except, there’s someone more important I need to talk to.

And keeping that conversation quick is going to be a challenge. Actually, it’s probably a good thing we have a hard stop.

Pulling up my bestie’s contact info, I tap her photo.

“It’s the middle of the day; what’s wrong?” Eliza answers after the first ring.

Her lack of hello is comforting in its own way. She knows me better than anyone on this planet, so I know that she won’t think twice about what I’m about to say.

“You know how you said it would be different with the right person?”

“Yes.”

“How different?”